You might notice a lane of dirt on the side left side of the after picture; that's where we planted our sweet corn. It was painful to dig up anything green, but we're excited about the prospect of munching some delicious corn in about 65 days.

So I guess I haven't mentioned this in any earlier posts, but I am currently teaching two brothers art lessons on Thursdays. Anyways, as they were approaching the front door the other day, they noticed a small burrow with several baby bunnies inside. At first, I was kind of concerned, because it was in the middle of our lawn, and I never saw any bunnies there tending to them. I googled orphaned rabbits, and was satisfied to learn that mother rabbits only nurse their babies five minutes a day, and go to them once in the early morning and once in the late evening. They don't ever sit on them to keep them warm. We've enjoyed going out there and admiring our little bunnies each day, and Benjamin has been really good about not touching them or getting too close. Well this morning (and Mother's Day of all days!), we came out to find their little hole flooded from the rains last night, and the little bunnies were huddled two by two all around it, some looked like they were already dead. They were wet and cold. I think the temperature didn't rise much above 50 degrees today, plus it was really windy. I went to church pretty sad about it. Once the hole had dried out, I put on my gardening gloves, and went out to see if I could possibly revive any of them. Each of them moved when I touched them and some of them even opened their eyes, so I carefully put them all back in the hole, then recovered it with dry grass and leaves from a bag in the garage. I hope at least some of them survive! I hope their mother didn't leave them for dead this morning and that she comes back to feed them. I guess it wouldn't surprise me if she didn't. Bunnies reproduce at such a young age, it's kind of like expecting a 10 year old to do what's best for her child.
On Thursday evening, we braved the chilly weather (it had been raining all day, and finally let up) and took Benjamin to the Vehicle Fair that the Kirkwood Parents as Teachers put on every year. It was sure to be a hit, as Benjamin spots diggers, cranes, ambulances, garbage trucks, etc. everywhere he goes. He loves trucks. As we got there, he started shaking. I thought it might be because it was cold, but he was actually terrified of all the honking. We decided to stay for a few minutes anyway, and stood in line to "ride" the backhoe loader. We explained to him that the kids were just being silly and honking the horns on the big trucks. He became a little less tense, and started imitating the kids honking horns. Then he got his moment in the backhoe. It was pure joy.
We got to see this helicopter land. Benjamin could hardly find enough words to describe to us how exciting this was. "Sky. (pointing to the sky) Hoc. (Helicopter) Land. (it landed on the ground)..." I know he said more, but I don't think we could translate it all. He was so excited to touch it and look inside. It was equally exciting to watch it go back up into the sky!
I think he calls any truck with lights on top "Ambi" (as in ambulance, though it could be a police car, a fire engine, or even a van with a small cone light) so that's what he's sitting on here. He especially likes to pretend the house is burning, and that a fire engine needs to come and put it out.
The mini excavator, or "Dig" as he calls them, was pretty exciting to see up close. I think he came home with a new appreciation for all of his toy diggers, and wanted to examine them all up close as well.
And last, but certainly not least, was the school bus, which he needed to "ride" twice. You can kind of see the reflection of the cherry picker that took a man way up in the sky for all of the kids to see. We had a great time! It was a late night for him though, so I think we're paying for it today!
Benjamin loves going outside with Paul as soon as he gets home from work each day to help him tend the little garden. Paul built this cage to protect it from the bunnies and squirrels that run rampant here.
And here's the awkward almost-15-week shot, where I just look fat, but not quite pregnant. Don't worry, the spandex will only be reserved for progression shots. Sadly I haven't fit any of my pants since around the time I found out I was pregnant. So the stretchy/prego pants came out early this time!